July 2017
In July, I had to dash to Missouri for a turn-around trip.
There are some things you can do by email, post mail, phone, video conferences, or even fax (!), but some things require bodily presence.
So it was I ran to Missouri, requiring two overnights, three days travel time, and a few hours in Missouri to take care of a few minutes' business.
My destination was a small town in Missouri. I didn't book a motel room in advance, because why would I? How many people go there at one time?
Well. It turns out that when said town hosts a statewide sports event for youth, ALL of the in-town motels are booked!
I had driven all day and it was night when I arrived. I didn't have a Plan B.
Thank goodness there was a motel about 15 miles out of town that had one room left. One. And it was affordable. I grabbed it.
Nothing was remarkable about the motel or my room except this: It had a red velvet couch.
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| Red velvet couch in motel, Missouri. July 2017. |
I was entranced. Red velvet. Budget motel. How can one's mind not contemplate what this couch - love seat, more accurately - has seen and experienced?
I'm carried back to the love motels of Guatemala.
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